My Family Drove Past Me For Years Without Stopping—But My Dog Never Left My Side, Not Even In The Rain

I used to have a key to their house.

Now I just sit on the same bench across from the gas station near the highway and watch their car pass every other Sunday, like clockwork. I know it’s them. Same blue SUV, same faded college sticker in the back window. They don’t see me. Or maybe they do and just… keep driving.